Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.